He lied, oh how he lied,

Claiming to be King;

But in actuality, this lion cried,

At the thought of a little sting. 

I witnessed it myself that day,

And couldn’t believe my eyes;

As this big bad cat began to sway,

Desperate to conceal his lies. 

He ran away as fast as he could,

Hoping to get lost;

Feeling embarrassed and misunderstood,

Came at quite a cost. 

It had been easy for him to scare us,

With his mighty roar and size;

But to see him tremble and throw a fuss,

Felt like winning a first place prize. 

I knew someone would eventually call his bluff,

And that they would reveal the truth;

I just never would have thought, all that fluff,

Would be caused by a bee named Ruth.